The fuzzy, slightly inebriated feeling seemed to have passed. Now that her common sense rushed back, Jasmine second-guessed staying in this potentially dangerous situation, regardless of how nice everyone seemed. Besides, what the hell was she wearing? More importantly, what was that look in her husband’s eyes? “If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I think you’ve got another think coming,” she said, still wondering what could have possibly have made Corin decide to stay here in the first place. Turning to the woman watching them with wide-eyed curiosity, Jasmine added, “I’m starting to get the big picture here and not much liking it. What’s supposed to happen at this celebration? Because so far, not seeing much in the way of spa treatment.” “My lady, it’s a simple celebration in honor of your mirac—” “Miraculous transformation. Yeah, I get that.” Jasmine’s mind cleared more and more with each passing second. “What exactly do you plan on doing at this shindig?
